GRILL ME A CHEESE ‧₊˚ ☽ carrionplace patrol

[BATCHASER]

He smells the Carrionplace before it enters his field of vision, through the foliage of trees. The springy marshland grass felt cool beneath his paws, as he slithered forward with a hum in his throat. He braces himself with the oncoming stench of the trash, as he pushes through the marsh with a tail flick.

The sliver mesh of zigzags that separates him and his patrolmates has plenty of openings. He turns his head over his shoulder, opening his maw. "Let's go... scavenge the place. Might find something interesting." He slides his hidden gaze over to his little brother, before turning his attention to the sliver fence. Long - limbs walk through the muddy ground, his tail an inch above the ground as he bends down to slip through the fence.

When the patrol gets overshadowed by the buildings height. He wrinkles his nose at the garbage scent. "Lets see what we can scavenge to bring back home... Don't touch nothing sharp, m'kay?" He explains with a sharp - toothed grin, before he goes off to see what he could plunder. What interesting oddities he'll find to bring back. Strange food perhaps? Shiny, broken trinkets or maybe even a prize he could keep for himself.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

• ooc. @Halfsun @THRASHERTHROAT @Haretooth

• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms.
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 34 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Their love for the carrionplace goes beyond normal. The thought of it often circling along their minds and they often find themselves slipping off into the night to go and see what else they can find their. It is like a wonderland to them but being able to go on a patrol to the place is pleasing. Their steps are quiet as they follow after Batchaser, eyes glimmering but legs trembling with excitement. There are so many possibilities to what they might be able to dig out of this twoleg haunt. A soft sigh leaves their throat as they make their way closer toward the front of the patrol and giving a simple nod toward Batchaser they simply start digging under the fencing. Easily they squeeze their slim frame underneath the fence and surveying the area before mocha frame jumps up onto the body of a dead monster. "We need to be careful of rats too. They love to be around here because of the trash. Twolegs often leave food in them." Some may say that calling it food is a bit of a stretch but they have tried some that they found within the depths of the garbage.

Lightly they start to slip up and over the back of the dead monster, eyes shifting to look before they hop down and claws start to tear into a nearby garbage back. The black skin easily rips and they stick their head inside to look within the bad and see if anything can be scavenged. ​